Back into the Master bedroom, featuring the fireplace, she pointed out the cathedral ceiling and magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows. "Notice the vie...," she stated. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked as she stood there looking out the window, her back facing him. He couldn't help but notice how the bright sunlight showed through her white summer dress. "Absolutely gorgeous," he replied. "Now then," she suddenly said, "on downstairs to the billiards room." She led him down the stairs and into a. Ah, Wanda. So fine, so smart, and almost always angry and suspicious of those around her. She calls it vigilance. I call it paranoia. We’ve got quite a history together, you know. I met Wanda during Orientation Day freshman year. The tall, pretty-faced, delightfully curvy, caramel-skinned young woman was the daughter of James Bernard, the Dean of Students. She live on campus practically her entire life. She knew the place like the back of her hand. So even though she was a freshman like myself,. My cute private little virgin pucker hole; off limits till now; to even Darren or myself. I had never ventured there.Darren was thrusting up into me desirous now of only releasing his totally straining jizz wad. I was grinding into his pubic bone in clitty and pussy chock-full enjoyment. My mum spat in my arsehole and was finger fucking my butt hole. The milf slag was also somehow nibbling Darren’s nuts at the same time. My clitty was throbbing and my mum’s delicious arsehole work made me. It's up to her. I watch as her angry look is replaced with resignation. She needs this job and I know it. She nods and whispers, "Okay" then takes the lingerie. She makes a motion for my private executive bathroom. I ask her where she thinks she's going. "To change," she replies impatiently. I tell her to change right here in front of me so I can get a good look for the survey. Her eyes widen, but she obeys. She slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacy purple bra underneath. She then.